A/N: Hello everybody, this is a fanfic at least two years in the making. If you haven't watched my video The Hidden Pain Of Blooregard Q. Kazoo, revisiting Foster's Home as an adult was a surprisingly sad experience. Bloo is my favorite character and while he can take things too far sometimes, I found the way he was treated in the show unfair and overkill. If you look at Bloo beneath the surface, there's a story about a kid who was traumatized by the people he should have been able to trust, and this left him trapped in a never-ending cycle of getting treated overly harshly and his trauma only getting worse. Since there is no resolution at the end of the show, this is my way of giving Bloo the happy ending he deserves. So without further ado, here's Bloo Kazoo VS The World.

"You really should ask nicely this time. You'll never pull another prank if you do this behind their backs."

That was the advice Mac had given Bloo earlier this afternoon. Being the resident troublemaking wild card of Foster's came with its downsides; Bloo made himself stand out among the crowd, but they'd say he was less like a shooting star lighting up the night sky and more like a prickly cactus in a field of beautiful daisies. Things weren't the same as when he first arrived at Foster's; rarely anybody liked getting into shenanigans anymore, but wasn't it better to spice things up than live a boring life? Either way, Bloo crossed his arms and sighed.

"Okay, fine, you got me. If it'll make you happy, I'll ask."

Bloo wasn't happy about it himself, but at least Mac smiled.

"Good. It wouldn't hurt to try, right?"

Bloo begrudgingly shook his head.

"Besides," Mac continued, "it'll all be worth it if they say yes."

That conversation played through Bloo's head the rest of the day. Finally, once the evening rolled around, he carried rolled-up posters in one arm and glided towards Frankie, barely catching her before she reached Mr. Herriman's office.

"Hey, Frankie?"

He tugged at her leg to get her attention. She spun around and looked down to see him.

"Oh, hey Bloo. What's up?"

Bloo immediately started selling his pitch.

"April's around the corner and I've got an awesome idea."

Bloo pulled out his posters, which were elaborately decorated. They were covered in confetti, and crudely-drawn whoopee cushions could be found in each corner. Frankie cautiously took one.

"Picture this: Bloo's Big Fat Awesome Prankapalooza! We spend all of April Fool's Day going around pranking each other, then whoever gets in the most- no, BEST pranks- is crowned the pranking king. Obviously that'd be me 'cause I'm the best pranker this house has to offer. But hey, who doesn't love a challenge, right? So, whaddya say?"

Frankie took a moment to look between him and the posters. She wasn't too keen on the idea; the more elaborate pranks, the more she'd have to clean up at the end of the day. She wouldn't dare take this up with her grandma; Madame Foster would be on board right away. Good thing she was away on a trip, so she wouldn't be back until April 2nd. But then, gears started spinning in her head.

Meanwhile, Bloo felt like an idiot and internally scolded Mac for giving him the "ask nicely" idea. Frankie was obviously gonna say no or laugh in his face.

"…You know what? Maybe."

This caught Bloo off guard.

"Wait. Really?"

Frankie shrugged and offered a small smile.

"Sure, why not? I just need some time to look it over, ok?"

Bloo pumped his fists in the air.

"Yes! Thank you! Prankapalooza is on, baby!"

And with Bloo still pumping himself up, Frankie stepped into Herriman's office.

"Ah, Miss Francis. Did you receive the paperwork I requested?"

"Yeah, but we need to talk…it's about Bloo."

Mr. Herriman sighed.

"What did Master Blooregard do this time?"

"Nothing, but I know we're both sick of him causing trouble everywhere. The little guy just never learns his lesson, you know?"

"Correct."

"Look, Halloween was a disaster, but we went about it the wrong way. I finally figured out how to get him back…"

This piqued Mr. Herriman's interest. He adjusted his monocle as Frankie placed Bloo's poster on his desk.

"Go on."

The blue blob proceeded to brag all day when his idea was approved. But since Bloo couldn't contain his excitement, it seemed he wouldn't shut up about it until the day came, much to the other residents' dismay. He put his posters all around the house so no one would forget this momentous event, but little did he know that within moments of the approval, the whole house concocted a plan behind his back. The perfect revenge against their resident menace.

On the morning of Prankapalooza, Bloo couldn't wait to get out of bed. While he normally would have wanted to sleep in as long as possible, he was ready to kick off a new tradition at Foster's. Right off the bat, he packed all the equipment needed for his pranks in a duffel bag: shaving cream, whoopee cushions, fake peanut brittle cans, hand buzzers, a paintball gun, balloons, and a squirting flower. With the bag slung over his back, he made his way to the dining hall and quickly scarfed up his cereal.

"Oh man oh man," he said to no one in particular, "this is gonna be awesome! You guys have no idea what tricks I've got up my sleeves…"

"But Azool," said Eduardo, "you have no sleeves."

"Soon I will," Bloo retorted.

After chugging the last of his milk, he slammed his glass back onto the table.

"Okay let's go people, get it moving!"

Bloo scurried as fast as he could to the exit, wanting to see his banner hanging from the ceiling in full glory, but Mr. Herriman stuck one hand out to stop him.

"Not so fast, Master Blooregard. You must wait your turn."

Bloo groaned as he watched everyone pass him. After what felt like an eternity, he was the last one in the dining hall. He glided over to the main room, but stopped in his tracks when he realized everything was completely dark.

"Uh, lights please."

And just like that, they turned back on, revealing the banner. However, it wasn't the one that Bloo made for Prankapalooza. Instead, it said…

"Bloo've Been Pranked?"

Once Bloo read it out loud, the whole room exploded in thunderous laughter.

"Did you REALLY think we would ever agree to this, Master Blooregard?" Mr. Herriman retorted between laughs.

"Yeah," Frankie added, "that's just a huge mess waiting to happen!"

"We-" Eduardo wheezed, "we got you good, Azool."

"Coco co!"

The smile from Bloo's face immediately left, turning into a shocked frown. He couldn't believe it; he did everything right, but they still used his ideas against him. It wasn't the first time he was the victim of a cruel joke, but this particular betrayal was the last straw. Bloo squinted his eyes shut as the bag slid off his back and arm.

"Very funny…"

Both arms trembled. If he had fingers, he would have clenched his fists.

"It's so funny, I forgot to LAUGH!"

He shouted that last word right as he jumped and shoved a vase from a nearby table onto the ground, shattering it before landing on the table. Everyone stopped laughing as Bloo had their complete attention, eyes burning with rage.

"I can't do ANYTHING around here, can I? You knew how much I wanted this! I even- eugh- asked nicely for once, and THIS is the thanks I get?!"

"Co co coco, Co. Coco coco."

"Yeah," said Wilt. "take it easy, Bloo. It's just a little-"

Bloo pointed his arm at him.

"Just a prank, Wilt? Just a little joke? Oh, we all know this isn't just a little prank. You suck!"

He then proceeded to point at Coco, Eduardo, Mr. Herriman, and Frankie before gesturing to the whole room.

"You suck, you suck, you suck, you suck, ALL of you suck, you stupid, lousy, two-faced, ungrateful, good-for-nothing trash pigs!"

This was immediately met by a backhand-slap in the face from Herriman. The slap was so intense that Bloo fell and slid across the cold, hard ground. His stubby hand went for his cheek, which bore a red mark right where the rabbit hit him. As Bloo let it sink in, hushed murmurs traveled all around, figuring out what they were going to do with him. When they died down, Herriman spoke up again.

"Apologize at once, Master Blooregard!"

Bloo stood back up, defiant as ever.

"Why should I?"

Mr. Herriman and Frankie whispered to each other before nodding in agreement.

"If you don't," said Herriman, "we will make you regret your attitude."

Bloo took it as a challenge. He was no stranger to getting beat down, but this time he was determined to win at any cost.

"Go ahead. I'd like to see you try. What are you gonna do, kick me out?"

Without hesitation, Herriman scooped the small blob up and squeezed tightly enough that struggling would hurt.

"No, Master Blooregard. What we have planned for you is far worse."

Mr. Herriman hopped away, pushing Bloo's mouth into his shoulders to muffle his protests. All the blue boy could see were the disapproving stares of the people he once called his friends. He also caught sight of Frankie confiscating his bag of pranks. Bloo stopped protesting as he was taken down the hall, past the room where he, Wilt, Eduardo, and Coco stayed. Deep down, he began to feel scared. Would Herriman lock him in the closet again, like an innocent scribble? But it soon turned into relief as Herriman passed by the closet and all of the other rooms.

"We've all had enough of your disgraceful behavior! From this moment onward, you shall undergo a permanent punishment until you apologize."

The uptight rabbit opened a new door at the end of the hall and shoved Bloo inside what turned out to be a completely empty room.

"This is your new room, Master Blooregard. You will not leave until tomorrow."

Herriman slammed the door and locked it behind him, leaving Bloo to think about what just happened.

"Permanent punishment, huh…?"

This was going to be a long day.